From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   On Saturday, May 15, 2021 at 6:50:46 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:   
   >    
   > "neighbors endlessly stomp   
   > and drag furniture    
   > across a wooden floor"   
   > It reminds me of the poetry and pain of LeoK.    
   >    
   > Don't know what you've been going through, dear Rachel, but it's sure nice   
   to have you back, and to see the fine lines you've been writing.   
      
   i'm very sick. i'm not well. it's very hard.   
      
   here's the version i tried to sculpt, i fixed it a bit (before you posted,   
   after my first mistaken multi-colored google essay):   
      
   one-winged dove   
      
   like being nailed to a dying tree   
   trapped in my life   
   of nothingness   
   painful and insufferable, as a   
   maddening   
   deafening silence   
      
   sirens scream, the ambulances   
   and motorcycles roar,   
   neighbors endlessly stomp, and drag   
   furniture   
   across a wooden floor   
      
   the empty chambers   
   of my mind   
   draped with cobwebs, hanging   
   on the rotted vine   
   the trees are barren, the soil is cold   
   could it be   
   that i am growing old?   
      
   no lover did come, no man come   
   to save –   
   i’ll wither away, unremarkably   
   to my anonymous   
   unmarked grave.   
   no sons did i bear, no daughters   
   to raise;   
   no love to pass on, the end   
   of my name.   
      
   i don’t even want   
   to rest   
   in the earth   
   i never found peace here,   
   no refuge,   
   no hearth.   
   so burn me to ashes,   
   and throw me away   
   while gaia keeps churning,   
   and turning   
   each day   
      
   a life truly wasted, a sorrowful soul   
   no one would dare join me,   
   come make me   
   whole.   
   did i dare cry too hard,   
   did I suffer   
   too much fright?   
   did i bear the unbearable   
   kingdom of the night?   
      
   so laugh on, young children   
   laugh lightly   
   like the flowers   
   and count not the heavy   
   weight   
   of the hours   
   some can never forget   
   some will never let go   
   the promise was broken   
   this womb will never glow   
      
   we stand up strong, and say never again   
   but to this fight most defeating,   
   i’ll never lend my hand.   
   just leave me alone,   
   and please let me be,   
   this is the judgment, the fated decree   
      
   the heart has been shattered,   
   a broken disease   
   all romance is dead, their fires   
   did freeze.   
   no passion, no dreams,   
   no hopes    
   will i sing,   
   they shot this bird down,   
   this bird on the wing.   
      
   j.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)